Voices help when souls have passed

Black and white movies from the past

 

It matters not if seen before

I know these folks can’t ask for more

 

I played his voice from old voicemails

It’s been a while I felt too frail

 

I wait for my pup to speak a word

I promised her not to tell I heard

 

This is not the poem to talk of grief

You all know there’s no relief

 

While writing poems no friends will call

Respecting this space so I will not stall

 

I’ll say no more and get back to work

These twenty-four poems I will not shirk